| Lyrics: | Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions are faded and
gone;
No flow'r of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her
blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on
the stem;
since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them;
Thus kindly I
scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie senseless and
dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from love's
shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are
flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone |
